Chapter 34
Lucas
I stand at the sink rinsing the dishes. It’s only fair after Olivia went through the trouble of putting together such a feast. Besides, after how I treated her this week, I don’t want her to lift a finger.
The problem isn’t in her lifting a finger; it’s her whole hand, rubbing the bulge in my pants. I close my eyes, hoping not to drop, or break anything.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to take you right here.”
“Is that supposed to frighten me?” she teases, looking up at me through her lashes.
“Just as long as you understand there are no soft mattresses or comfy cushions in here.”
Her two front teeth sink into her bottom lip. I bend down and kiss it before pulling it between my lips and sucking on it. “You’re such a tease.”
A proud smile covers her lips. “You have no idea.”
“You know the best way to deal with a tease, right?”
“How?”
“Make her deliver.” I turn the water off, reach for the dishtowel and dry my hands.
"Oh, yeah? How's this for delivery?" Olivia lifts her shirt over her head, and tosses it on the floor. “Is this what you want?”
“That’s not nearly all.”
Her eyes don't move from mine, don't waver in the slightest. Her sudden show of confidence takes me by surprise. I satisfied her earlier. I know I did. I didn’t expect her to want more so soon. She’s my perfect match.
Olivia leans against me, crushing her mouth hard against mine. She breaks from the kiss to step out of her pants. She takes my hands and rubs them over her body. I close my eyes, enjoying the softness of her curves beneath my hands.
“Olivia.”
She continues taking her clothes off until she stands before me bare and beautiful. She twirls around with her arms held out so I can get a better view. Fuck, Olivia is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. My mouth falls open.
“Is this what you want?” I ask grabbing her bare ass and slamming her hard against me.
“Yes.” she smiles. Her eyes hold a wicked gleam. “Why are you still dressed?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then you lost the right to undress yourself.”
If I didn’t have her earlier, I wouldn’t betomorrow. able to control myself. My skin tingles where she touches me. She lifts my shirt over my head, and uses her mouth to explore my chest. I close my eyes, relishing each touch, wondering what brought this on. And how to ensure I get her to do it again.
Her hands move to my pants. She rubs my ass and my bulging cock before sliding them down my legs at a snail’s pace. My cock pulses. Throbs. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard. Ever.
Once out of them, she drags her tongue down from my belly button to my boxer briefs. Gripping them with her teeth, she continues down. Thinking of nothing but her and how she’s making me feel, I wrap my hand in her silky hair. I lead her mouth back to where I want it. On level with my cock.
She complies easily, taking all of me in her mouth. Running her tongue up the length of my shaft. Circling around the head before a long, hard suck. I let out a slow breath. Her mouth is magic. I throw my head back, enjoying it, ready to explode.
Olivia brings me to the brink, over and over again, pulling away just before I come. I can’t take any more. I look down at her on her knees, and worry mine won’t hold me up.
I bend and with my hands under her arms, I lift onto the counter. Olivia curls her lips into a smile. I’m rough with her and she likes it. Her eyes welcome more.
“You okay?” I ask just to be sure. I’m afraid if I do something wrong I’ll never see this side of her again.
“Not yet. But it’s nothing you can’t fix.”
Without further hesitation, I separate her knees and spread her legs wide. She throws her head back with expectancy, and leans her hips toward me, waiting for me to enter. I can’t wait any longer. I plunge inside her, enjoying the look of relief on her face.
She grins with pleasure and moans contentedly, accommodating all of me. She holds me tight, her nails dig into my skin as I thrust deeper inside her.
“Harder,” she yells, bracing herself against the counter. I’m happy to oblige.
She presses one of her hands into the fresh baked apple pie next to it. With the soft gooey substance dripping from her, she wipes the gelatinous apple onto my shoulder. Leaning forward, her tongue laps my skin, with slow, long licks. She works at clearing the sticky residue off me, before reaching back into the pastry.
Again Olivia’s hand emerges full of pie. This time she rubs it on her tits, and down to her naval. Still inside her, I slow my pace, holding her breasts as in turn I nibble and lick each one clean.
I can tell by her breath, by her moans, she’s at the edge. She just has to relax and let herself fall, trusting I’ll be there to catch her. As she does, she screams my name. I feel her quiver around me. I can’t take anymore, I let go and fall along with her.